Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2013 15:15:36 GMT -5
Hidden within the Zuchini Forest on planet Vegeta the base of the rebel forces sat, and looked quite intimidating even compared to the dangerous forest. Having returned only a few days ago, the leader of the rebels was going about his daily routines now. Having strategic meetings with the warriors first thing in the morning, this allowed them to discuss what was happening within the city. From there he would go over different ways to go about their mission, the Robin Hood thing wasn’t the only part of what they needed to do. With that done he was free to go about his other daily activities, something not quite common to see within a rebel camp either, he might add.
The first thing was that it was time to pass out the food to the others, so he went to the kitchen and helped with the cooking. Making enough to feed as many rebels as there were wasn’t easy, but they had access to plenty in the forest. Today was going to be a simple stew though; it was something nice, warm, and filling. That was what they were mostly aiming for here, nothing fancy just a good home cooked meal and enough to fill up a small militia. With everyone eating, he could now move onto the most extensive part of his routine, which was taking care of any repairs necessary. He was currently the only one in the rebel militia that had enough knowledge to repair all the electronics and whatnot.
His first task was maintenance on the rejuvenation pods that they had stolen from a government owned facility. This was such a huge help to their fighting that it wasn’t even funny, that was the reason he spent so much time making sure it kept working. Their fighters needed these things to keep themselves in top condition; otherwise they would not fare as well against their elite counterparts. It was a sting to his pride to admit that, but there was no way around it, they needed to be able to fight toe to toe with the opposition if they wanted to win. Yuumaru was not just doing this to play a child’s game, he was doing this to win and restore Vegeta to the proper way. No more treating the classes unequally, regardless of their power, and no more rotting the core of the Saiyan people’s evolution.
They were warriors, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t be more either, and he was proving that himself. Not only was he the powerful leader of the insurrectionist movement, but he was also the head technician that could repair most things with no trouble. Granted, he’d spent the better part of twelve years learning about a lot of it, but that was the point, he was bettering himself all the time. Now, that didn’t mean he was going to turn into some pacifistic punk trying to go about saying violence was bad. Nor would he put down those that chose to live a different lifestyle, but Saiyans were born warriors and they would die warriors. Pacifism would simply kill of the most important aspect of their people, and it would leave them far more vulnerable to the true terrors of space.
With the fine tuning done, he turned the machines on and listened to the sounds they made to make sure his work had been done properly for the machines. When it was done, he had them bring in a few of the ones that were recently wounded and place them inside. Monitoring the speed at which they healed it seemed like everything was in working order, and he breathed a sigh of relief. With these in tip top shape it wouldn’t take more than a couple of hours for the soldiers to get healed and ready for the next round. Despite his own injuries he was going to wait last to enter, and make sure that everyone that was fighting with him was properly taken care of first. With that taken care of he could see to the other repairs around the base, which were a bit more important to him. They did involve the children of the base as well, not that they were brought, but they had no other homes thanks to those damnable elite Saiyans.
Getting into his workshop, he selected a few of the more complete toys to fix up, ones that didn’t need serious repairs before they could function properly. Reattaching some arms, using a torch to make sure that they are welded together to be stronger. Otherwise it wouldn’t last as long with the way Saiyan children played. This was one of the few things he could do that had a bit of something to bring joy to the kids; it was something he felt was worth the effort. When the children all had their toys and ran of playing, he took a seat for himself and sighed in relief. With everything put together, he went to work on some of the other ones that were a bit more damaged, but that he could take his time with. Taking a torch, a wrench, and a screwdriver he went to work for the rest of the morning until he was needed.
Sweat beaded down his forehead as he carefully reconnected the metal of one of the toys, adding a bit of reinforcement to the joint as well. This would keep it from breaking as easily again, but he knew that he would have to repair it again at some point. Saiyans were never really known for the gentle touch when they were playing as kids, heck not even adults could really be said to be known for that. Still it was better to have something that could withstand that force even for a bit and that was what he was creating. Having acquired a new power source from the city, he began to screw that into place and make sure it was fully operational. This would keep the thing in power for a long time, so long as nothing caused it damage. Finally, he put a bit of extra armoring around the important parts, this would at least help keep it from being too badly broken.
It was done, but he would need to make plans for the next stage of this thing’s advancements as well. Plus it wouldn’t hurt to design something similar for the adults around here, but that could wait until a bit later. Opening a door to the room, he had a few of the older dolls still put together, which could help with things. “Oi, kids.” He called for the ones at the base; they had the easiest time of sneaking into the city without being noticed. This was the reason he had them go and sell the dolls in the market, while he did the noise making elsewhere.
When they came, he gave each of them five dolls to sell, and each one was at a set price where it would bring in some good money without being too expensive for the low class Saiyans. With this, he would be able to afford better things for the base as well, but it would take time. This war wasn’t going to be easy and he was in it for the long haul, he just wished there was an easier way to settle things than just using force. Still, they’d need the money and the kids would likely be able to hide out somewhere if things got heated, which was something he couldn’t do. Shaking his head, when they left, he headed back towards his room to take a few hours for himself and to straighten out his mind. Exhaustion was never a good thing.
The first thing was that it was time to pass out the food to the others, so he went to the kitchen and helped with the cooking. Making enough to feed as many rebels as there were wasn’t easy, but they had access to plenty in the forest. Today was going to be a simple stew though; it was something nice, warm, and filling. That was what they were mostly aiming for here, nothing fancy just a good home cooked meal and enough to fill up a small militia. With everyone eating, he could now move onto the most extensive part of his routine, which was taking care of any repairs necessary. He was currently the only one in the rebel militia that had enough knowledge to repair all the electronics and whatnot.
His first task was maintenance on the rejuvenation pods that they had stolen from a government owned facility. This was such a huge help to their fighting that it wasn’t even funny, that was the reason he spent so much time making sure it kept working. Their fighters needed these things to keep themselves in top condition; otherwise they would not fare as well against their elite counterparts. It was a sting to his pride to admit that, but there was no way around it, they needed to be able to fight toe to toe with the opposition if they wanted to win. Yuumaru was not just doing this to play a child’s game, he was doing this to win and restore Vegeta to the proper way. No more treating the classes unequally, regardless of their power, and no more rotting the core of the Saiyan people’s evolution.
They were warriors, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t be more either, and he was proving that himself. Not only was he the powerful leader of the insurrectionist movement, but he was also the head technician that could repair most things with no trouble. Granted, he’d spent the better part of twelve years learning about a lot of it, but that was the point, he was bettering himself all the time. Now, that didn’t mean he was going to turn into some pacifistic punk trying to go about saying violence was bad. Nor would he put down those that chose to live a different lifestyle, but Saiyans were born warriors and they would die warriors. Pacifism would simply kill of the most important aspect of their people, and it would leave them far more vulnerable to the true terrors of space.
With the fine tuning done, he turned the machines on and listened to the sounds they made to make sure his work had been done properly for the machines. When it was done, he had them bring in a few of the ones that were recently wounded and place them inside. Monitoring the speed at which they healed it seemed like everything was in working order, and he breathed a sigh of relief. With these in tip top shape it wouldn’t take more than a couple of hours for the soldiers to get healed and ready for the next round. Despite his own injuries he was going to wait last to enter, and make sure that everyone that was fighting with him was properly taken care of first. With that taken care of he could see to the other repairs around the base, which were a bit more important to him. They did involve the children of the base as well, not that they were brought, but they had no other homes thanks to those damnable elite Saiyans.
Getting into his workshop, he selected a few of the more complete toys to fix up, ones that didn’t need serious repairs before they could function properly. Reattaching some arms, using a torch to make sure that they are welded together to be stronger. Otherwise it wouldn’t last as long with the way Saiyan children played. This was one of the few things he could do that had a bit of something to bring joy to the kids; it was something he felt was worth the effort. When the children all had their toys and ran of playing, he took a seat for himself and sighed in relief. With everything put together, he went to work on some of the other ones that were a bit more damaged, but that he could take his time with. Taking a torch, a wrench, and a screwdriver he went to work for the rest of the morning until he was needed.
Sweat beaded down his forehead as he carefully reconnected the metal of one of the toys, adding a bit of reinforcement to the joint as well. This would keep it from breaking as easily again, but he knew that he would have to repair it again at some point. Saiyans were never really known for the gentle touch when they were playing as kids, heck not even adults could really be said to be known for that. Still it was better to have something that could withstand that force even for a bit and that was what he was creating. Having acquired a new power source from the city, he began to screw that into place and make sure it was fully operational. This would keep the thing in power for a long time, so long as nothing caused it damage. Finally, he put a bit of extra armoring around the important parts, this would at least help keep it from being too badly broken.
It was done, but he would need to make plans for the next stage of this thing’s advancements as well. Plus it wouldn’t hurt to design something similar for the adults around here, but that could wait until a bit later. Opening a door to the room, he had a few of the older dolls still put together, which could help with things. “Oi, kids.” He called for the ones at the base; they had the easiest time of sneaking into the city without being noticed. This was the reason he had them go and sell the dolls in the market, while he did the noise making elsewhere.
When they came, he gave each of them five dolls to sell, and each one was at a set price where it would bring in some good money without being too expensive for the low class Saiyans. With this, he would be able to afford better things for the base as well, but it would take time. This war wasn’t going to be easy and he was in it for the long haul, he just wished there was an easier way to settle things than just using force. Still, they’d need the money and the kids would likely be able to hide out somewhere if things got heated, which was something he couldn’t do. Shaking his head, when they left, he headed back towards his room to take a few hours for himself and to straighten out his mind. Exhaustion was never a good thing.
